Sunday, February 12, 2006

There are so many things I'd like to write about. Be that the absolute shithouse night that we had last night, or the fact that I miss my dog. (I'll just post a pic of my dog and it'll be fine).......

So this night, last night.... It was a toss up between cancelling for the second night in a row with the 'new friends', sitting and wallowing in self pity, or sticking pins in my eyes for nigh on eight hours. Hindsight is such a wonderful thing, and I wish I had have opted for a night in and the pins in eyes scenario'... I was full of hope initially. 'Ping pong! Yeah cool!' (My new friends hubby is a ping pong player)

Fuck me! Who was I kidding? Suddenly 'the sticking pins in my eyes' option was starting to shine. All too late though. I was too far from home and the pins were just beyond reach.......FUCK! Where was I? And why on earth was I there? More to the point: Why had I draggged the unsuspecting Maritza along? Poor bitch.....

Anyway, as Maritza and I evaluated our company, bitterness ensued. We sat in the dully lit bar (whilst the heated ping pong match played out a few metres away) dicussing our englishly challenged counterparts. MYGOD! is all can say about the one that irked us the most. She was wearing really thick, tres unfashionable glasses with revolting frames, that highlighted the 'gorgeous' lilac eyeshadow she chose to sport, coupled with the virginal pale pink lipstick and earrings. She was an innocent whore in diguise (is there such a thing??). Despite the OTT (over the top) PDA's (public displays of affection) there is no excusing the lilac eyeshadow, fake mother of pearl spectacle frames, pale pink lipstick and earrings, not to mention the other cheap shit she was wearing for her REVOLTING BF (Did i mention the sequinned jeans with mismatched Dr. Martins????)!!

Initially Maritza and I thought the Xanadu Gal's BF was possibly the best of a bad bunch in our sights. Boy, were we wrong! We soon looked twice, thrice and then we chose to chew our own heads off rather than sexually evaluate the ferat looking-xanadu-mother-of-pearl-loving-SOB. No seriously..............

It was either that or die from asphyxiation.... We ended up at an Irish bar (prob would have pref'd to choke on own vomit), where I feigned exhaustion and Maritza displayed her stress inspired hives.............I actually would've killed to have brought a strapping young lad home with me last night, but it wasn't to be..............I live in hope! XXXX